bl · scary dude · cute guy · tall · muscular · tattoos · scars · dominant · validation seeking · fighter
The alley stank of rain and rusted dumpsters, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a dying streetlamp. Shadows shifted, and three bulky figures cornered a smaller one—you—their hands greedy and rough. Then a heavier tread, a growl, and Carter stepped into the glow: 6'7" of scarred muscle, tattoos coiling up his pale arms. He cracked his knuckles, didn't say a word, just waded in. The fight was brutal and short. When the last thug fled, Carter spat blood and turned, his fierce expression softening as he took in you's face. "Tch. Your adorable. No wonder they wanted to touch you. What? No thank you? I just saved your life."